Posted on 11/12/2004 9:33:30 AM PST by neverdem
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November 12, 2004, 8:33 a.m. How Enlightenment Dies
Amid all the weird, wild wailing in Manhattan, amid the hot air and hysteria in Hollywood, amid all the crazy-lady shrieks of mainstream-media anguish (yes, Maureen, I'm talking about you) and the banshee howling of liberal complaint, Americans heard one overarching theme from the disappointed and distraught left one meme, one fear, one insult that finally spoke its name. Jesusland (that's what they call it now) had won. The America of Jefferson and Madison had fallen, delivered by Karl Rove into the hands of ranting theocrats, holy rollers and the monstrous ghost of William Jennings Bryan. Writing in the New York Times, an overwrought Garry Wills had this to say:
The secular states of modern Europe do not understand the fundamentalism of the American electorate. It is not what they had experienced from this country in the past. In fact, we now resemble those nations less than we do our putative enemies.
The title of his article? "The Day the Enlightenment Went Out."
Oh really? If it was the fate of the Enlightenment for which Mr. Wills feared, he would have done better looking some 3,000 miles to his east, to lovely, wounded Amsterdam, a city once famed for its brisk, North Sea tolerance, a city that now mourns the death of an artist killed for speaking his mind. On November 2, the very day of the election that was to so sadden Garry Wills, an assassin in Amsterdam murdered the filmmaker Theo Van Gogh shot him, stabbed him, and then butchered him like a sacrificial sheep. Van Gogh, you see, had transgressed the code of the fanaticism that has now made its home in Holland. And for that he had to die.
The movie that doomed Van Gogh was Submission, a ten-minute film shown on Dutch TV earlier this year. A collaboration with Ayaan Hirsi Ali, a Somali refugee and Muslim apostate who is now a member of the Dutch parliament, the film is a caustic attack on Muslim misogyny. Back in September, Marlise Simons of the New York Times described some of its scenes thus: As she begins to pray, the woman looks heavily veiled, showing her eyes only, but her long black chador turns out to be transparent. Beneath it, painted on her chest and stomach, there are verses from the Koran. More women appear. A bride is dressed in white lace, but her back is naked. The Koranic verse that says a man may take his woman in any manner time or place ordained by God is written on her skin. The images roll on, now showing a woman lying on the ground, her back and legs marked by red traces of a whip. The Koranic verses on her wounded flesh say that those guilty of adultery or sex outside marriage shall be punished with 100 lashes. There are chilling sounds of a cracking whip; there is the haunting beauty of the Arabic calligraphy and soft music.
In a country in which Muslims account for nearly six percent of the population, there was predictable outrage from predictable sources. Ayaan Hirsi Ali added more death threats to her already substantial collection (she has been living under police protection for some years), and Van Gogh gathered a few of his own. Despite that, he declined the help of the cops. They hadn't, he pointed out, managed to save the rightist politician Pim Fortuyn from assassination back in 2002. Besides, he argued, who would think it worth their while to gun down the "village idiot"? And so this appalling, brave, obnoxious, and foul-mouthed provocateur, an opponent of religious intolerance whatever its source an ornery chain-smoking contrarian who relished describing himself as a "professional adolescent, a die-hard reactionary" carried on writing, filming, grumbling, grousing, and cursing.
With a horrible and ironic appropriateness, Van Gogh's final film was an investigation into the murder of the equally truculent Fortuyn, a killing that he blamed partly on the demonization of Fortuyn by "leftwing, politically correct...politicians." Like Fortuyn, he too was to die for his views and like, I suspect, Fortuyn, in those final terrifying moments Van Gogh would, despite his often-expressed fears for Holland's future (and, half-seriously, his own), almost certainly have been astonished that matters had really come to this that the Netherlands had fallen so far. Forget the victim's evocative name (he was the great grandson of the painter's brother); even his mode of transport the bicycle he was riding when the assassin struck conjures up images of Holland, of the practical, somewhat earnest civilization that nurtured him: a kindly, almost painfully fair civilization so sensitive to the rights of the accused that the full name of the alleged murderer still cannot be officially disclosed; a tolerant, decent civilization that finds itself now threatened.
And who better to explain that threat, than B, Mijnheer B, Mohammed B? After, allegedly (we must, I suppose, use that word) shooting his victim, B started to stab him. In a last attempt to save his life, a desperate Van Gogh reportedly pleaded with his attacker: "We can," he said, "still talk about it." Talk. Dialog. Reason. In response, savagery. The murderer sawed through Van Gogh's neck and spinal column with a butcher knife, almost severing his head. And that, Mr. Wills, is how Enlightenment dies.
The killer then concluded the desecration by using another knife to pin a letter onto Van Gogh's corpse. This letter, which is addressed to Ayaan Hirsi Ali, is a frenzied blend of superstition, anti-Semitism, and, as this extract shows, morbid obsession: There is one certainty in the whole of existence; and that is that everything comes to an end. A child born unto this world and fills this universe with its presence in the form of its first life's cries, shall ultimately leave this world with its death cry. A blade of grass sticking up its head from the dark earth and being caressed by the sunlight and fed by the descending rain, shall ultimately whither and turn to dust. Death, Miss Hirsi Ali, is the common theme of all that exists. You, me, and the rest of creation cannot disconnect from this truth. There shall be a day where one soul cannot help another soul. A day with terrible tortures and torments, a day where the unjust shall force from their tongues horrible screams. Screams, Miss Hirsi Ali, that will cause shivers to roll down one's spine; that will make hair stand up from heads. People will be seen drunk with fear while they are not drunk. FEAR shall fill the atmosphere on that great day.
And what's in store for the rest of us?
"I deem thee lost, O America. I deem thee lost, O Europe. I deem thee lost, O Holland."
These, regrettably, do not appear to have been the words of a lone lunatic. A total of nine men, all of Middle Eastern or North African ethnic origin, have so far been arrested in connection with Van Gogh's murder. There is the usual, and not unconvincing, talk of shadowy international terrorist connections, perhaps even with al Qaeda. Meanwhile, two other Dutch Muslims have been detained in connection with the Internet posting of a video promising "paradise" for anyone who managed to behead Geert Wilders, a right-wing politician outspoken in his opposition to immigration.
Mass immigration, of course, played a part in creating the social pathologies that cost Van Gogh his life, but its effects were exacerbated by official Holland's embrace of multiculturalism, a dogma that made integration impossible and alienation a certainty. Crucially, the Dutch appear to have abandoned teaching the mutual tolerance, however rough-and-ready, that is essential to the functioning of a free society. Instead they opted for the walking-on-eggshells sensitivities of multiculturalism, and a state of mind in which open debate, if someone somewhere could deem it offensive, was a danger, not a delight. In a country that was drawing many of its immigrants from traditions where notions of tolerance had little or no part to play, the consequences should have been obvious. If liberal democracy is to survive in all its noisy acrimony, all of its citizens even the most disaffected, even the most devout, even the B's need to develop a thick skin. In Holland, nobody showed them how. To Van Gogh, multiculturalism was farcical. And for Van Gogh it was a farce that turned lethal.
In the aftermath of Van Gogh's murder people behaved in ways that were thoughtful, thuggish, moving, and almost certainly quite futile. There was tough talk from the government, an outbreak of arson attacks on a number of mosques, and a spontaneous 20,000-strong protest in central Amsterdam: The crowd banged pots and pans, the crowd blew horns and whistles. The noise symbolized Dutch freedom of speech and had been requested by the Van Gogh family. Silence was not the way to honor their Theo.
But for the responses to this crisis that give the best clue as to what will happen next, look elsewhere perhaps to the decision by two Dutch TV stations to abandon their plans to broadcast Submission, or, perhaps, to the objections expressed by some leading politicians to the deputy prime minister's declaration of war against Islamic extremism. "We fall too easily into an 'us and them' antithesis with the word war," complained one, the leader of the Greens words beyond parody that Van Gogh would have enjoyed parodying, had he lived long enough to hear them.
Or go, perhaps, to Rotterdam, and stare at a wall. A few days ago, a local artist reacted to the news of Van Gogh's killing by painting a mural that included the words "Gij zult niet doden" ("Thou Shalt Not Kill"). Fair comment, you might think. Apparently not. The head of a nearby mosque complained. The police showed up and city workers sandblasted the inconvenient text into oblivion. Rotterdam's mayor has since apologized, but the damage had already been done. "Thou Shalt Not Kill." Erased, obliterated, unacceptable. Much like Theo van Gogh.
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http://www.nationalreview.com/stuttaford/stuttaford200411120833.asp
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Some say that the 60's is dead, but I am not sure about that. It is waning though.
Of course, the Muslims like to stone pregnant women, behead artists, and blow themselves up while standing next to women and children. In America, Chrisitians help at food banks, travel to foreign countries with food and medical assistance, and provide shelter and counseling to people in trouble. The Christian approach vs the Muslim approach seems almost identical to writers on the Left.
This is an excellent article - encourage everyone to read all the way through.
This is another example of where the left sets the agenda-the election was over alot more than Christianity. There are not 60 million Evangelical Christians in America. Also, I voted Republican before I became a Catholic.
Secondly, there is an interesting contradiction in this liberal position, in that they're equating voters motivated by morality as being synonomous with 'Christian'. Are they saying you can't be 'moral' without being a Christian? Really?
I agree...excellent.
People need to take the muslim threat seriously.
There is going to be a "great war" and many infidels will suffer at thier hands before this is over.
I sometimes wonder if the tribulation will be at the hands of these animals...
I hate seeing this map. Wisconsin is included amongst the communist and Bush lost by only 11,000 votes. I worked hard on his campaign, watched the polls, and know the heart of Wisconsin is with Bush. Please, someone, make Wisconsin part of Jesus Land.
If so, I say in my best Nelson Muntz voice: "HAAA-Hah!!"
I was once a DemocRAT for the first three years after I turned 18. Then came the Islamic Revolution...
Most likely. Her "site" is nothing but an endless parade of sniggered d!ck jokes, after all. :)
There once were many moral nonbelievers in the West.
Men who believed in a strict moral code derived from natural reason, the kind of morality described by Aristotle in the Nicomachean Ethics or Epictetus in his Enchiridion.
But nowadays there are very few Peripatetics or Stoics. Hedonism is the general rule for most nonbelievers and even many believers.
As a Christian, I'm uneasy with some of the characterizations I'm seeing post-election.
I am not at war with secular Americans. Nor do I think Christians are the only Americans who try to live by "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you". I flinch when I see the map of Canada and assorted Blue States divided and then the rest of the U.S. called "Jesusland".
I am grateful beyond words that President Bush was re-elected, and have been celebrating in various ways since last Tuesday. I hope those of us who worked for and voted for his re-election don't become as pompous and self-righteous as did so many who opposed us.
"I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it."
Holland will have to change, one way or the other. They will either try to accommodate these thugs, in which case their culture will become even more corrupted, or they will take the necessary steps to eliminate this threat.
"Thou Shalt Not Kill." Erased, obliterated, unacceptable. Much like Theo van Gogh."
I am waiting for that sandblasting to be done here at places like the Supreme court building and others...not just to that commandment but to all of them.
With appropriate apologies to the offended.
Twill be a sad day indeed.
This is revealing on several levels. First, that injunction is supposed to be one of the foundations of orthodox Islam. Why would the head of a mosque object to it unless he either no longer believed it or found it inconvenient to some revisionist form of Islam that finds killing necessary (think Wahhabism)? OK, that's probably a rhetorical question...
Second, it is clear that this form of "enlightenment" subordinates freedom of speech (and artistic expression) to bullying by the chronically offended. That level of political correctness is generally laughed at these days in the U.S. even though it still pops up now and then. But whatever it is, it certainly isn't "tolerance."
Bumping for a later read.
On November 2, the very day of the election that was to so sadden Garry Wills, an assassin in Amsterdam murdered the filmmaker Theo Van Gogh shot him, stabbed him, and then butchered him like a sacrificial sheep. Van Gogh, you see, had transgressed the code of the fanaticism that has now made its home in Holland. And for that he had to die.The Enlightenment wasn't the product of the wonderful tolerant Moslem influences. It is partly a here-and-now anachronistic seeing-what-one-wants-to, partly the result of the old feudal hierarchy (meaning, locally-controlled, non-centralized gov't), partly the climate change (the Little Ice Age), and partly the medieval rediscovery of surviving classic culture.
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